Next time I see that little girl down the street

I am going to push her. I don't care that I am an adult and should know better, I am going to push her down.

"All this hostility to a 4 year old Holly, why ever would you feel like that?" (see, since only Kathie comments, I have to talk to my damn self....nice, real nice)

So let me go back to the beginning.

My plans changed this morning and there was no shopping trip. Not a big deal. John finally went to work and the house was mine again before the weekend and all was good. I started picking up things around the house and decided to head to Sprouts. It is this granola crunchy place that I think I have mentioned before but I can't remember. It is Trader Joe-like only better. So I come home and decide to quickly change into my workout gear and go for a run before my body realizes what I am doing. Sometimes you just have to do it (Go Nike!). So about a mile into the run my body wakes up and goes "WHAT THE HECK!" and I mentally said OK, let's walk for a bit. I am being hard on myself because it was literally me crossing the street and then I ran again.

Well, if you have ever stopped yourself while going forward the first time, then you know that times 2 and 3 were just as easy to stop for. I mean, had I not walked across the street, I could have been run over by one of the golf carts that we see driving around here. You know how those old people are ;-)

In any event, I was going to run the rest of the way to make up for my walking until my street and then do my cool down on the street.

I turn onto my street and there are a 4 year old and her mom watching me run. Well dang it to heck, I can't look like a wimp and start walking. So I picked up the pace so the girl wouldn't beat me to my house and won. Next time, I am pushing her down.

So in a nut shell, day 3 of training is done and went well. Didn't get arrested yet.